Now Call it Forth ~

 

girl-1339688_1920

Now Call it Forth ~

Call it forth and believe that it will
Make a stance and hold there until
Now call it forth, speaking as such
Pathiel Angel,   ~ will your touch
Oh atom of existence, direct me
Trust I hold to the highest degree
There’s nothing new under the sun
Believe that it will, give full attention
Light your candles, light your soul
Use all might to succeed your goal
Now manifest ~ just as the vision
Now thank God, who gave you ~
The provision.

***Pathiel, angel of manifestation*** 

Remember your vision, think big.

Thank you Pixabay for the image

©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved

 
 

Poetry for Cancer Awareness

 

 

14141552_10207588462615039_1592092783000942064_n.jpg

 

Like poetry the stone bridge jumped the water
A slow meandering creek met a silent pond
Where Lilly pads grow and goldfish hover
In the heat of mid-simmer just dangling along
Sweltering humidity and the air so thick and still
No birds sang, though crickets heard kwerpinking
Rubbing their knees in the warmth of trees
But taking my pad of paper and stylets
Drew the sumptuous foliage in the park
With ivy on the trees and red rocks displayed
But, drawing it in black and white
For reasons well purposed.
For those with cancer
Find health in the future
The best of health to all of you.
May the pharmaceuticals allow us the cure…


 

14192137_10207588456934897_6949288380213855223_n-2.jpg

 

There seemed a lonely road before her

A bench of reflections and pondering

And she visited that bench during winter

Then walked that road of fear and dread

No one held her hand as she stood wobbly

At the door of uncertainty and starred at ~

The fate before her, perhaps one of ceasing

And what of her children and her dog and ~

What of the life she dreamed of? But, nothing

Really mattered now, she must pass the test ~

That threshold alone. Would she die or live ~

This is the door of uncertainty. The cancer drug 

Is horrible, it’s poisoning the rest of her bones.

So she waits sitting on the bench just thinking ~

As she walks that lonely road again and again

Until she, God and fate determine her destiny 

So she walks the mortal road alone.

 

 

Archangel Zadkiel

Archangel Zadkiel

 

Spotted standing on the lush green and purple strath
A tall being dressed in white calling me onto the path
He held out his hand with a smile on his face
My instincts told me to trust him while on the way
My hand, he held it was so warm and kind
He felt like my father or someone I’ve known
Smiling gently so tender and loving, he appeared
I followed him to a place of forgiving and mirrors
In that place in green thickets and trees
The lilacs and Lavender grow sumptuously
He placed a crown made of floral herbs
We laughed and danced twirling there on foot
He showed me a vision of all my tears
And the people I’d blamed throughout the years
Never accusing, but presenting my truths
Then he asked, “Do you want abundance?”
“Of course!” I screamed. And then he said ~
“Prosperity and having your widest dreams?”
“Yes!” I yelled joyfully. Then he said intently,
“To have healing, joy and prosperity, you must ~
Forgive you see. By forgiving others sets you free.
And for those others, you open their doors
And windows too ~ of prosperity, wealth, health
And love.” And then he smiled and looked in my
Eyes. “The challenge is not easy, but can be done.
Take up your weapons of love and tolerance
Choose to forgive any unpleasantness, and
Know you’re not the only one involved. It’s not
Easy, but there is no other way.” Silently thought.
“What is your name,” I asked of his being?
“I’m the Archangel Zadkiel and your friend.
I bring healing, forgiveness, health, wealth
And prosperity. To those who choose the better road
~ You see?”

©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved

Thank you Pixabay for the artist who provide free stock images…

Image may contain: plant, tree, sky, flower, outdoor and nature

Meditative Poetry Summer 2016

pine-273826_1920.jpg

 

 

The Bench in The Woods ~ 🌳

 

There alone sat the bench nestling in the woods

Inviting those who contemplate their curious lives

Complexities or fragments of minuscule times

And placed in a box bound to separate each line

The bench that sits alone in the green forest stirs

The images of drawers kept separately with care

When the time recalls to open a such a special box 

Contemplating, just awhile sitting silently alone there

Carefully remove that box to study and compare

And once the “ah-hah” reveals the likened two

Delicately put the box away, with all the clues

And thank the bench that sits alone in the woods

Oh when I return, the bench will still be awaiting ⏳

And I’ll sit examining my memories that need stating

And again will visit the next day if must, to close the box 

And finish my repairs… ☀️

 

 

 

©2016 Bonnie G Jennings. All Rights Reserved

Teaching Alchemy, Legends and Angels to Children through poetry

Egirl-1510324_1920

 

GATHERING with Barbiel ~

And she was venturing in the forest

Going to fetch the fungi and moss

The girl searched the strathy floor

In the mystic Highlands of Scotland

Alone searching, seeking for notions

Prayerfully seeking wise advise

And there she sought wise Barbiel

The Angel of October, and asked ~

Where do the toadstools grow here

Amid the dankness of the leaves?

It is in October they prosper trees

Barbiel took his dousing rod to lead

Come this way girl, don’t meander

I’ll teach you of autumn’s alchemy

And some other things, he spoke

He pointed to the medicinal fungi

Found under the wet decayed log

He held up an yellow October leaf

Saying, just wait until it turns orange

And on their path of only mystics

Who wander questing of the dark forest

Finding a Fagus Beech Tree standing alone

He cracked the triangular nut offering

She ate the sweet fruits he gave her

Filling her basket with the kernels

They slowly continued onward

Old Barbiel taught as they passed

And she spent the day learning

From the tall burly angel wisdoms

When will I see you again?

“I’m afraid, not until next October.”

I’ll be here on the first next year!

And saying goodbyes ~ He departed.

 

*** Notes***

Barbiel – angel of October

 

©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights are reserved

Thank you artists at Pixabay for your image

 

14114787_10207555456789914_3417405031424698330_o

 

THE MAGIC TUNNEL

 

In the togths of the Grenberby

Hidden from sights of The Ogmims

A land of wonder, minuscule pleasures 

Lives the Loras and the Bimblebergs

Green moss gangles from Birth Barsh

And the twithers feed off the valgus

Tis a plattif of seraphs and bees

In the togths of Grenberby

 

 

©2016 BJ All Rights Reserved

 

14095785_10207555451789789_6818152532749885375_n

 

THE SPRITES

 

Royal blue, turquoise, yellow and brown

Pink florals, green ivy, and Dandelions

Pages with cursive filled with swiggly-swags

Sheer magic, delightful wonder, and words

Butterflies, crickets, shells, clouds and sky

And poetry inscribed charmingly so glace’

Keep The Sprites forevermore, never dies

Within the pages kept by butterflies

 

 

©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved

 

gothic-1454219_1280

 

HOFNIEL

 

Standing over Gethsemane, right hand bearing my sword

It was then, I called upon Hofniel, The mighty Fighter of the children of God

Asking, Hofniel will you defend him, the child in query? I asked.

And old Hofniel asked, “Which way ~ to the glory of battle fare friend?”

Bowing at the warring angel, whose strength ferociously tame

He thus tapped me on my shoulders saying, “Arise my faithful partner.

Do not falter in fear of dragons, but rather trust in childish faith.

And, yes, I will come to your battle, and lead you into the light.”

 

 

***Hofniel – The ruling angel of the bene Elohim; name means “fighter of God.”***

©2016. Bonnie Jennings. All Right’s Reserved

Thank you for visiting
Just remember the copyright    🙂 Pretty Please… ©2017 Bojenn All Rights Reserved
 

*Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Bonnie (Gay) Jennings, or Bojenn or Bonnie Jennings with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

Gathering with Angel Barbiel

 

girl-1510324_1920

 

 

Gathering  with Barbiel ~

 

And she was venturing in the forest

Going to fetch the fungi and moss

The girl searched the strathy floor

In the mystic Highlands of Scotland

Alone searching, seeking for notions

Prayerfully seeking wise advise

And there she sought wise Barbiel 

The Angel of October, and asked ~

Where do the toadstools grow here

Amid the dankness of the leaves?

It is in October they prosper trees

Barbiel took his dousing rod to lead

Come this way girl, don’t meander

I’ll teach you of autumn’s alchemy 

And some other things, he spoke

He pointed to the medicinal fungi

Found under  the wet decayed log

He held up an yellow October leaf

Saying, just wait until it turns orange

And on their path of only mystics

Who wander into a dark forest

Finding Fagus BeechTree standing alone

He cracked the triangular nut offering

She ate the sweet fruits he gave her

Filling her basket with the kernels

They slowly continued onward 

Old Barbiel taught as they passed

And she spent the day learning

From the tall burly angel telling

When will I see you again? 

“I’m afraid, not until next October.”

I’ll be here on the first next year!

And saying goodbyes ~ He departed.

 

 

 

©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights reserved

 

I want to thank the wonderful artist who donate their work so that poets may write to their images. Thank you PIXABAY artists.

Warfare, Angel Style

 

gothic-1454219_1280

Prayers for those who are persecuted 

Poems for the victim (below)

 

Come from the fires cleansed and purified, free from discrimination and chaff

Azbogah Angel of judgement, cause the accuser to cease from harass

Sending honesty, clarity, truth and favor on the behalf

May the purification last but a moment, so humbly asked

Ail, archer of Sagittarius, who leads the Eastern sky the morning of the day that I was 

born

Though I perceive and I know, bring single-mindedness into focus

There will be no doubts, and all will know, turn their case, inside-out

And the angel over pricipalities and high places, Most honored Cerviel, I ask

Bring down the kingdoms of lies and corruptions of they who reign in governments

Oh thwart their plans and fight on my behalf, Oh mighty angel above

And send forth your armies Angel Chayyliel, powerful angel of might. Please stand at

The gate of their mouths, snd scatter their horses in dark. Please, stand and defend the

Weak, and slam the gates on my foes.

 

 

 

Thank you Pixabay for the art

*** My Notes on Angel

Azbogah – name of the high ranking angel of judgment., cause all judgements against me to cease. In Jesus name, thank you.

Ayil – angel of the zodiac sign Sagittarius, who is the leader of my rising sign. You who were in the East, guide me in perceptions and honesty.

Cerviel – angel ruler of the principalities, take down those in high places over me… Make them fail and fall in Jesus name. Thank you.

Chayyliel – angel whose name means “army;” a powerful angel, please stand in for me and be my army against those who seek to harm me. In Jesus name. Thank you

 

Poems For the Victim

 

She is a good witch

If there is such a witch

God ordained and sealed with His kiss

Calling fire to purify and cleanse from lies

Though the tales be tightly bound

The fire will burn and break its strength

And that which remains is the core of truth

And shame falls on the ones who tied the knot

A Prayer Poem for Friday

sunset-585334_1920

 

History

Ions pass and people die 

But books left behind time and death

The future remembers our ghost that linger

Some will cry reading the pasts recorded

In romance, in texts, in diaries and Bibles

 

 

 

Thank you Pixabay for the free image

©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved

Evidence of Covert Electronic Harassment

I’VE BEEN WRITING ABOUT WHISTLEBLOWERS TODAY AND ~ What happens to them is not nice; especially if it involves the government.

 

This reblog is the story of a women in Florida who worked for the government (NSA).

🙂

The link below will take you to the original blog.

 

 

NSA Whistleblower Wrongfully “Baker-Acted” by Florida Sheriff’s Department After Providing Hard Evidence of Covert Electronic Harassment — The EveryDay Concerned Citizen      

 

 

by Ramola D, with Karen Stewart/Includes information provided by Julianne McKinney, Cait Ryan, Deborah A. Weber, Paul Gaubatz/Photos by Karen Stewart, except as noted/Posted 8/5/2016 NSA Whistleblower and 28-year Intelligence-analyst veteran Karen Stewart was recently wrongfully and deceptively “Baker-Acted” in Leon County, Florida, by local Sheriff Mike Wood’s department, after emails and reports she made […]

via NSA Whistleblower Wrongfully “Baker-Acted” by Florida Sheriff’s Department After Providing Hard Evidence of Covert Electronic Harassment — The EveryDay Concerned Citizen

Hofniel

 

wpid-532589_2626326754674_1502067211_n_20130323084345723.jpg

 

Hofniel

 

Standing over Gethsemane, right hand bearing my sword

It was then, I called upon Hofniel, The mighty Fighter of the children of God

Asking, Hofniel will you defend him, the child in query? I asked.

And old Hofniel asked, “Which way ~ to the glory of battle fare friend?”

Bowing at the warring angel, whose strength ferociously tame

He thus tapped me on my shoulders saying, “Arise my faithful partner.

Do not falter in fear of dragons, but rather trust in childish faith.

And, yes, I will come to your battle, and lead you into the light.”

 

 

***Hofniel – The ruling angel of the bene Elohim; name means “fighter of God.”***

©2016. Bonnie Jennings. All Right’s Reserved

Prayer of Protection From Those in High Places

fullsizeoutput_2414

Oh,’ Asteraoth Angel who thwarts power you are beseeched in my need

Calling upon your mighty strength

Cause those in power to falter and yield

To the cause of God’s and the blessed child indeed

And they who hold the swords of laws

Who stand gaurding the vaults of man’s sorrows

Who are ambivalent to the pleas of justice

Who believe they own the worlds economy

They who’ve stepped on the heads of children

Piercing swords, causing massive bleeding

To uphold their plans to thwart the poor

To uphold the evils their index fingers lure

The hungry, the impoverished, the yearning souls

Into their webs of weaving horrors

And causing devilish harm onto the child

Who God set on high for the sake of His love

The bravery of the spies of His human army

They who serve despite the threats

Who risk their lives to uphold Rights

They who choose death though faltering mights

Unknown to most because, they must

Inbred within the desire to serve

A truth, a right, and an honest life

Hoping to bring heaven on the earth

Perhaps before the time designated by God

Nevertheless, fighting for men in need

Supermen, whistleblowers, and righteous beings

Sanctified before coming here to do their deeds

And I pray a covering on their heads

Protection from angels and God’s friends

Causing the devils to twist their heads

Shaming kings by using utter dread

And to them my prayers, like a curse, is heard

By MY GOD in Heaven and hostly seers

To fight the fight for the soldiers of bravery

To free them from the threats of slavery

And I ask of Asteraoth Angel who thwarts power,

To hold your shield high for their valor

And lead them as a warrior with purple hearts

Into the place of peace and rest

Thanking those who are so brave

To risk all, being hated, unpopular, and feels often small…

May the peace of The Lord guide you and protect you forever and ever ~ life eternal

 

 

©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved

The Watchers, from Reptiles

 

 

IMG_3380

 

The Watchers, from Reptiles

 
Ariel, “Lion of God,” Angel of Protection, I sought defense
 
From The Watchers who seek his life
They who tell tall-tales
Those ~ who honestly lie
They who hide in high places
Whose eyes ~ I see in my prayers
The watchfulness of his enemies
They are the ones to whom men fear
 
Men who hide in politics
Men who work in towers
Women who are, as watchers
Women who shed no tears
 
But know, I see your child
Who plays, as if, there’s no bleakness
Who plays with The IVY League
Who hasn’t seen the grief you’ve bled
On the innocent law abiding heads
Who are braver than the young of watchers
Who hide in crystal castles
 
And in prayer, I see your slit corneas
I see the evil behind your clean face
I call on the forces of God’s angels
To smite you while you chase
The innocent of God’s beloved
The child of my womb
 
For the prayers of mothers are strong
To defeat the enemy within
Hiding in high places
Cowards behind reptile skin
For you are evil demons
Devils who’ve not fallen from grace
Protected by laws most accommodating
Of reptiles who run a race
But, I see you lurking in shadows
You, who don’t know grace
 
Come out! For The Day of Judgment
Awaits your lies and disgrace
Who deceived the child of God’s
Who placed you in your place
Yet, truthfully we know you hold the cards
It is because of dishonest works
You are pitiful on The Day of Judgment
May you cry int the presence of The Lord
 
And, I will not raise my fist
I will withhold my curses
There will be no need
To seek vengeance, I look at your face
God’s Grand Jury will try your case
The angels will encircle your pride
And cleanse you from your filth
And replace your dirty rags
 
Oh, Ariel, “Lion of God,” Angel of Protection,
sought defense
And you came to be by our sides.
 
 
 
©1016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved

Fantasy Poetry for Children

Poetry for Children 

By Bonnie Jennings

14114787_10207555456789914_3417405031424698330_o
Thank you Alan Boyles and Pixabay for the image

The Magic Tunnel

In the togths of the Grenberby

Hidden from sights of The Ogmims

A land of wonder, minuscule pleasures 

Lives the Loras and the Bimblebergs

Green moss gangles from Birth Barsh

And the twithers feed off the valgus

Tis a plattif of seraphs and bees

In the togths of Grenberby

 

 

©2016 BJ All Rights Reserved

 

 

14095785_10207555451789789_6818152532749885375_n.jpg

The Sprites

Royal blue, turquoise, yellow and brown

Pink florals, green ivy, and Dandelions

Pages with cursive filled with swiggly-swags

Sheer magic, delightful wonder, and words

Butterflies, crickets, shells, clouds and sky

And poetry inscribed charmingly so glace’

Keep The Sprites forevermore, never dies

Within the pages kept by butterflies

©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved

Being Pilgrims

 

 

Being Pilgrims

 

10922705_10205504289392011_7230301852792884228_n

 

Stating life is a journey, this is truthful and the end is not known. For this reason, we pick up our bags daily, moment by moment, and choose to travel no matter where the path stops. 

The only real danger is when we choose not to pick up the bags or perhaps drop them and refuse the roads that lay in front of our voyages/journeys/pilgrimages. 

We are our master’s, who need guidance from the forces found in prayers or meditations everyday. 

 

But ~ What about those who lost the lives of family and self in The Holocaust and other horrific tragedies? 

Did they feel so positive? Did they say, I am just a pilgrim?

 

 

 

 

T I’s, Targeted Individuals

 

What does this mean, targeted individuals? 

 

Go against some people in power, become a whistleblower, stand up for ethical beliefs and see what happens. 

If the subject in question has enough influence financially and politically than the whistleblower might become a TI.

 

Any other words, piss off city hall…. And watch what happens. 

 

This link below is about whistleblowers and how they became targets. 

 

Karen Stewart
NSA veteran,  28 years of service

 

David Voigts
Naval Academy Graduate, Former Officer

 

Dr. John Hall
Practicing Physician

 

Renee Pittman
Human Rights Advocate, Author

 

Doug Rokke, Maj. (Ret.), PhD
Retired US Army Officer, PhD in Physics

 

Dr. Daniel Lebowitz
Former FFCHS Board Member, Practicing Physician

 

Paul Batcho, PhD
Whistleblower, Former DARPA Scientist

 

Dr. Nicholas Begich
Researcher, Author

 

Dr. Terence Robertson
Activist, Practicing Physician

 

Barrie Trower
Physicist, Royal Navy Veteran

 

 

Blog:

http://www.biggerthansnowden.com

 

 

Oh, Ya Got Trouble

 

O, Ya got Trouble

Music Man – Ya Got Trouble Lyrics

 

The People:
Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right here in River City!
With a capital “T”
That rhymes with “P”
And that stands for Pool,
That stands for pool.
We’ve surely got trouble!
Right here in River City,
Right here!
Gotta figure out a way
To keep the young ones moral after school!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble…

Harold:
Well, either you’re closing your eyes
To a situation you do not wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated
By the presence of a pool table in your community.
Ya got trouble, my friend, right here,
I say, trouble right here in River City.
Why sure I’m a billiard player,
Certainly mighty proud I say
I’m always mighty proud to say it.
I consider that the hours I spend
With a cue in my hand are golden.
Help you cultivate horse sense
And a cool head and a keen eye.
Never take and try to give
An iron-clad leave to yourself
From a three-rail billiard shot?
But just as I say,
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score
In a balkline game,
I say that any boob kin take
And shove a ball in a pocket.
And they call that sloth.
The first big step on the road
To the depths of deg-ra-Day–
I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon,
Then beer from a bottle.
An’ the next thing ya know,
Your son is playin’ for money
In a pinch-back suit.
And list’nin to some big out-a-town Jasper
Hearin’ him tell about horse-race gamblin’.
Not a wholesome trottin’ race, no!
But a race where they set down right on the horse!
Like to see some stuck-up jockey-boy
Sittin’ on Dan Patch? Make your blood boil?
Well, I should say.
Friends, lemme tell you what I mean.
Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table.
Pockets that mark the diff’rence
Between a gentlemen and a bum,
With a capital “B,”
And that rhymes with “P” and that stands for pool!
And all week long your River City
Youth’ll be fritterin’ away,
I say your young men’ll be fritterin’!
Fritterin’ away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!
Get the ball in the pocket,
Never mind gittin’ Dandelions pulled
Or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind pumpin’ any water
‘Til your parents are caught with the Cistern empty
On a Saturday night and that’s trouble,
Oh, yes we got lots and lots a’ trouble.
I’m thinkin’ of the kids in the knickerbockers,
Shirt-tail young ones, peekin’ in the pool
Hall window after school, look, folks!
Right here in River City.
Trouble with a capital “T”
And that rhymes with “P” and that stands for pool!
Now, I know all you folks are the right kinda parents.
I’m gonna be perfectly frank.
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation goes
On while they’re loafin’ around that Hall?
They’re tryin’ out Bevo, tryin’ out cubebs,
Tryin’ out Tailor Mades like cigarette fiends!
And braggin’ all about
How they’re gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.
One fine night, they leave the pool hall,
Headin’ for the dance at the Arm’ry!
Libertine men and Scarlet women!
And Rag-time, shameless music
That’ll grab your son and your daughter
With the arms of a jungle animal instink!
Mass’steria!
Friends, the idle brain is the devil’s playground!

People:
Trouble, oh we got trouble,
Right here in River City!
With a capital “T”
That rhymes with “P”
And that stands for Pool,
That stands for pool.
We’ve surely got trouble!
Right here in River City,
Right here!
Gotta figure out a way
To keep the young ones moral after school!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble…

Harold:
Mothers of River City!
Heed the warning before it’s too late!
Watch for the tell-tale sign of corruption!
The moment your son leaves the house,
Does he re-buckle his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to memorize jokes from Capt.
Billy’s Whiz Bang?
Are certain words creeping into his conversation?
Words like ‘swell?”
And ‘so’s your old man?”
Well, if so my friends,
Ya got trouble,
Right here in River city!
With a capital “T”
And that rhymes with “P”
And that stands for Pool.
We’ve surely got trouble!
Right here in River City!
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule!
Oh, we’ve got trouble.
We’re in terrible, terrible trouble.
That game with the fifteen numbered balls is a devil’s tool!
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!
With a “T”! Gotta rhyme it with “P”!
And that stands for Pool!

From the 1962 film. . .
YOUTUBE.COM
LikeShow more reactions

Comment

Comments
Bonnie Jennings
Write a comment…

Why Conspiracy Theorist might be Right about 9/11 It’s a simple algebraic equation.

 

I have always adored The Bush Family so writing this is hard for me… To add, this theory is not knew, by any means, as its been around for along time. It’s just that I’m slow to believe. I have been a Doubting Thomas and quite frankly, I don’t want to believe this. So, I fight with myself saying, no, this is all wrong…But, facts are facts….

 

Why Conspiracy Theorist might be Right about 9/11

It’s a simple algebraic equation.

The Bush administration gives the Saudi’s $ before 9/11 and The Saudi’s fund The Osama bin Laden family. And, it took only $130,000 to have a terrorist jump into the act and get involved ~ for a miserly $130,000. Fly airplanes into buildings and kill people…My God! Kill people for ~ That’s what each terrorist received before they did this stupid act of horror.

$130,000.00

 

“Some information has leaked from the redacted section, including a flurry of pre-9/11 phone calls between one of the hijackers’ Saudi handlers in San Diego and the Saudi Embassy, and the transfer of some $130,000 from then-Saudi Ambassador Prince Bandar’s family checking account to yet another of the hijackers’ Saudi handlers in San Diego.”

The New York Post April 17, 2016 (see link below)

.http://nypost.com/…/…/17/how-us-covered-up-saudi-role-in-911

Furthermore, to support the involvement the US had with The Saudis and The bin Laden Family This article goes into the in-depth and intricate, fuzzy, vague connections the triangular relationships hold together even to this day.

“Last month Barack Obama, returning from a tense state visit to Saudi Arabia, disclosed the administration was nearing a decision on whether to declassify some or all of the 28 pages, which have been held under lock and key in a secure room beneath the Capitol since they were written in 2002. Just days after the president’s comments however, his CIA director, John Brennan, announced that he opposed the release of the congressional report, saying it contained inaccurate material that might lead to unfair allegations that Saudi Arabia was tied to 9/11.”

Article below.

http://www.911truth.org/saudi-officials-supporting-911-hij…/

Then to add fuel to this fire….

I find this rather interesting. It’s an article written about The bin Ladin family and their heritage and climb to wealth and power.

I noticed this statement… It sent chills through me… About Osama’s older brother who was a pilot and dies in a plane crash

Salem bin Laden

20120711-salem bin laden.jpg

After Mohammed bin Laden died in 1967, his oldest son Salem took over the family business. He was a daredevil pilot who himself died in a plane crash in 1988. Steve Coll wrote in The New Yorker that according to Batarfi: The leader of this side of the family then was Muhammad bin Laden’s eldest son, Salem, an ebullient, guitar-playing graduate of an English boarding school. By the mid-nineteen-seventies, Salem had acquired a private jet, and he travelled widely, to Switzerland, England, and Texas.” In Texas he befriended Jim Bath, a former reserve pilot with the Texas Air National Guard who used to hang out with George W. Bush. Bath later became a business partner in Houston with Salem. [Source: Steve Coll, The New Yorker, December 12, 2005]”

This should jump out at you….

“By the mid-nineteen-seventies, Salem had acquired a private jet, and he travelled widely, to Switzerland, England, and Texas.” In Texas he befriended Jim Bath, a former reserve pilot with the Texas Air National Guard who used to hang out with George W. Bush. “

Got that?

Bottom line…. OIL + money = power

 

Not a hard equation at all….

Somethings to ponder… Have a nice day…

Things are not as they seem….

 

In its report on the still-censored “28 pages” implicating the Saudi government in 9/11, “60 Minutes” last weekend said the Saudi role in the attacks has been “soft-pedaled” to protect America’s de…
NYPOST.COM